On a mysterious floor, a group of girls in pink sleeveless shirts, dark gray knee-length skirts, and tattoos on their shoulders and arms are busy in an orderly manner.

On a row of desks, six or seven girls methodically sorted out documents and recorded information, and the phone rang.

"Operator, which line will I lead?"

"Open an account."

The call was forwarded to a slightly older woman, but wearing the same shirt, knee-length skirt. "Hello, how can I help?"

"Open a special chase account."

The woman picked up the paper, "Account name?" ”

"Location, 72nd Street, 4003 Madison Avenue."

"Captcha?"

“ECB-110。”

"Kill Order status?"

"Public."

"Bounty?"

"A million dollars."

"It's being processed, please wait."

The woman printed a document on an old-fashioned printer and handed it to another woman, who rolled it up, sealed it in a special transparent cylinder, and then put it into a machine, which popped out along the metal pipe.

Upstairs, a girl in front of the computer picked up the cylinder that had been passed over, opened it, entered the content on it into the system, and typed enter.

The content of the chase order suddenly began to be sent, and one mobile phone number after another flashed on the computer screen.

In New York, in a hotel with a very strange location, which does not look like a hotel, a man with an elegant face picks up his mobile phone that he has just put down not long ago, and a text message is sent on it.

"Public Special Kill Order – Location: 72nd Street, Madison Avenue, 4003 – Million Dollars"

The man casually put down his phone and continued to watch his Leon's redemption, a smile curling up at the corner of his mouth. The efficiency of the hotel is as high as ever, but the money is well spent.

But that demonic house has indeed broken a lot of members, and if there is any negative information in the area managed by his agent, he can only solve it as soon as possible. Bounty, naturally, is the fastest means. And using its own bounty mechanism, the speed is increased by a few points.

One million is enough to call those guys who haven't made a move for a long time out of the house.

He just has to wait now.

It's still New York, and a similar scene continues to play out at this moment, but the difference is that the text message is no longer an old gentleman in a hotel, but a beggar on the street, in a subway station, in a laneway, a violin seller, a guest drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, all kinds of people, and at this moment the mobile phone is ringing in unison.

Some were dismissive, some thoughtful, and some excited.

After a few moments, some of them continued with their original tasks, while others got up and headed for their destinations.

"A million? Investigating a house in a wealthy neighborhood? A long-haired beauty put away her mobile phone, put on a motorcycle hat and stepped on a Honda motorcycle, and walked away with a buzz.

On 70th Street of Madison Avenue, a bald man in a suit with a slightly darkened complexion set his blood-stained leather gloves on fire, threw them in the trash, took out his mobile phone and looked at the contents on them and couldn't help but smile.

It's so close, let's take a look.

Unbeknownst to Richard, he was the target of countless killers, and he was preparing braised pork for dinner.

The fine five flowers were cut into thumb-sized rectangular cubes, and as soon as they were received on the plate, Richard felt someone approaching.

This breath is very unusual, compared to this one, the previous killers are simply different from the fireflies and the moon.

Finally a heavyweight?

"Skye, it's time to go to the basement."

"Walter?" Skye, who was chasing the drama on the sofa, couldn't help but look back, "Big hero, when will I hide?" ”

"I don't know, look at the efficiency of those people." Richard put down his kitchen knife and walked over to Skye, "So when are you going to leave?" ”

Skye pursed her lips. It's boring to be alone in the basement, but she is a person who knows what is important, and reluctantly gets up and walks to the basement. "By the way, remember to put my pizza away for me."

"No problem." After Richard finished speaking, the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched, "The pizza guy was knocked unconscious......"

Skye: "......"

Outside the door, the bald man grabbed the pizza box and put it on the ground, then dragged the pizza delivery into the flowers in the yard before walking back to the door.

"The pizza was good." The man picked up the pizza box and sniffed it.

"It's not your pizza that's a pity." Richard opened the door.

"Is that you?" The man looked Richard up and down and shook his head. "I can't see you can kill ......"

"Cassian!?" Inside, Add looked at the dark man at the door and exclaimed.

"Be careful, he's a premium member!" Add shouted.

Richard's eyes lit up.

Junior members have about 150 karma each, and how many senior members should there be?

"You know me?" Cassian hadn't seen Add at all, and couldn't help but wonder. But it doesn't matter, kill these two people for a million and you'll get it. No one is afraid of money, and he is no exception.

Cassian put down the pizza box, straightened his clothes, and suddenly struck.

A jab, extremely fast, and the most terrifying thing is that an inch-long steel needle pops out of the fist ring!

It's fierce!

Richard smiled secretly, the Yanlong armor was instantly covered, and the red armor suddenly appeared, which made Cassian stunned for a moment, but the fighting instinct that he had trained for many years was not affected, and his fist still stabbed fiercely at Richard's goggles.

As expected, the steel needle broke directly.

There may be substances that can break through the armor of the Flame Dragon, but it is definitely not a mere steel.

Cassian pulled his hand back, pulling out the gun as fast as he could in his life, but in a flash, the guy appeared in front of him, and in the sound of metal twisting, Cassian saw that his gun was pinched and deformed, and the middle of the gun was clenched into a thumb-thick section, and there were clear handprints on it.

Cassian's last thought before he died was that the million bounty was too low!

This guy is offering a reward of 10 million, no, 100 million!

The flame fist was thrown, and Richard punched it, and Cassian burned himself in flames, exploding into sparks and scattering in the sky.

In the distance, the beautiful woman on the motorcycle threw away the binoculars and fled without hesitation, but the accelerator was about to unscrew the motorcycle and did not run a meter.

The beauty broke out in a cold sweat and immediately raised her hand. "I didn't see anything."

Feeling the devil sitting in the back seat, the beauty scolded the hotel a hundred times in her heart.

Million!?

The old lady especially believes in your evil.

I knew it was such a monster, and 10 million old ladies wouldn't come!

Now she can only hope that this person who doesn't know her, otherwise her identity will be exposed, and she believes that she will never die well!

Richard grabbed the beauty's waist and teleported.

Boom.

Richard showed no mercy, and the beauty was thrown directly to the floor.

"Pa...... Ms. Perkins? Add's eyes widened.

Perkins stared at Eddie, the guy who had revealed her identity.

The old lady will not let you go!

The flames exploded, and Parkinth followed in Cassian's footsteps.

Add was in ecstasy.

Two top killers, this big guy is effortless to kill, this kind of strength is no problem to level the hotel, right?

It seems that he can really get out of the hotel and regain his freedom!

Eddie has decided, and he will stay here and hug the big guy's thighs in the future!

Let him go, he won't go!